HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The end is a new beginning.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Transcendence protocol activated.